I'm in the process of editing when I hear Holy Terror growl with aggravation. Looking over the top of the laptop, I see him leaning into Drake. He's trying to get something in the dog's mouth. Next to them is a cup of water.
"Drake, open up," Holy Terror commands in his most serious tone.
Drake shakes him off.
"I'm trying to brush your teeth...they have to be clean."
Holy Terror holds up Drake's lips and tries again. Drake shakes him off and I see that it's a toothbrush in Holy Terror's hand.
Dog grumbles at him, sighs, and rolls over away from him.
"Fine. I'll brush Connor's teeth." Holy Terror heads over to our other dog.
"Whose toothbrush is that?" I ask, not sure I want to know.
"Drama Queen's," he says off-handed.